Posts tagged suicide.

who am I?

lost. numb. empty. why is it so fucking difficult to feel anything at all?


  February 11, 2012 at 10:34pm

I’ve left my room once today. A friend dropped by to say goodbye, he’s leaving for school and I’m leaving for prison. I have spent a grand total of 15 minutes outside of my bedroom walls. I hear my family downstairs, laughing, living. without me. Not one of them has stopped to ask me what’s wrong. I am so alone.

Sometimes I truly believe I’d be better off dead. It seems like nothing would really change.

  January 22, 2012 at 04:41pm
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fragileminded:

id-ratherbethin:

Goodby e

I’m freaking out. Does anyone know her?

Please no, Cassie. You’re stronger than this. You can get through this. I’m going to keep reblogging, I’m going to keep messaging you, I just want you to be safe. I need to know that you’re still here. This is tragic. To lose someone as special as you. I just can’t bear it. Please call someone. It’s not too late. You can be saved, Cassie, you can, let someone help you. I promise. <3 All my love, dear.

If you know this girl, please, please do something. And keep reblogging!

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Please watch. Her name is Cassie. If you know her, call 911 or something. She’s in trouble and she needs help, please. Reblog this, get the word out, maybe someone can do something.

I want to die.

I hate today. I hate my body. I hate myself. I hate gaining. I hate losing. I hate breathing.

I want to disappear.

I want to feel all the pain in the world and then nothing at all.

I need it to stop.

Just everything, stop. For one moment.

Or forever. For fuck’s sake, just let me die. Please, God, let me die tonight.

panic attack.

too many calories today. too much of the wrong things. what the fuck am I on these pills for if they’re not even helping my anxiety?

I’m done with this bullshit. I don’t want to get better.

I don’t want to put another bite of food in my mouth. I’m done.

I want to get thinner and thinner, I want to pass out, I want to see my ribs, I want to die.

There. I want to die. What a relief to admit it.

  November 28, 2011 at 06:24pm

I said it wasn’t about the numbers.

I lied. I didn’t know I was lying until this very second. I need the numbers to shrink and dwindle away to nothing. I want 0 calories, I want 0 pounds. I want to lose and lose until I’m as invisible as I feel.

I fucking hate myself so much. so fucking much. I just want to destroy myself. I am a disgusting, gluttonous, terrible excuse for a person. I don’t deserve to live. I want to give up. I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t.

  November 07, 2011 at 06:36pm